Re: Hot fudge sauce & kissing (Part 2/2)blue_fjordsJune 1 2010, 16:05:37 UTC
Cas ate very slowly, thankfully with his mouth closed. His eyes were also squeezed shut, as if concentrating super hard on all the sweet flavors combining into a gooey, drippy river of fudge and cream down his throat. Dean felt some drool escape his lips, and he surreptitiously wiped it away before Sam noticed. Cas’s eyes flew open when he encountered the cherries. “Oh!” he exclaimed.
“More heavenly than Heaven, am I right?” Dean asked. Cas licked his lips, missing a bit of cream in the corner of his mouth. Dean couldn’t stop staring at it.
“So … that’s Poor Man’s Sundae. I’m gonna get us some ice cream,” Sam said, looking between the two of them, “and then you can try the original hot fudge sundae, too.” He hurriedly backed out of the motel room, grabbing the Impala’s keys.
“Why is this Poor Man’s Sundae?” Cas asked Dean. “It tasted rich to me.”
Dean took a step closer. That cream was calling to him, and there was still a hint of chocolate on Cas’s lips, too. “Because when we were kids, sometimes we wouldn’t have money for sundaes, but Sam wanted one anyhow. So I’d filch cherries from a bar and we’d get generic whipped cream and syrup. Poor Man’s Sundae.”
“That is …” Cas searched for the proper word. “Sweet.” He gave a tiny smile, and Dean couldn’t resist anymore. His tongue darted out and licked at the whipped cream in the corner of Cas’s mouth.
He drew back and looked at Cas. Cas eyed him calmly. “Thank you, Dean.”
“Uh. You’re welcome,” he replied. He fought back a blush. What had he been expecting, really? This was Cas. “I guess we should -” he made a feeble gesture at the jars and bottles on the table. Anything to occupy his hands and keep him from embarrassing himself again. Thank you? Seriously? He picked up the bottle of Hershey’s syrup to cap it, but he must have squeezed too hard, because a little squirted up into the air and some landed on his hand. Déjà vu.
He froze in place when Cas picked up his hand and licked at the syrup. “I think I like it despite the aftertaste,” Cas said.
“Ngrle smewghkds,” Dean spasmed. Cas tilted his head at him.
“I agree. And you got some on your lip, too.” Cas leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips. Dean could feel him start to break the kiss - Hell, no! - and he parted his lips. Cas made a soft noise of surprise when his tongue entered Dean’s mouth, followed by a low moan when Dean’s tongue parted his own lips. Cas tasted like Dean’s childhood, and the backseat of the Impala on a hot summer day, and everyone in a good mood and singing along to the radio, with the promise of chocolate and cream just around the corner. Dean threaded his non-sticky hand through Cas’s hair and stroked his thumb down to the base of his neck. Cas hummed into the kiss, and brought his own non-sticky hand up to mirror Dean’s actions. Dean pulled him closer and sucked on his lower lip, tasting the remnants of chocolate and recalling all the times he’d done this before, until they all faded away, and it was just Cas, holding his face and kissing him like it was the only thing in his vast years of existence that he wanted to do.
The Impala’s engine sounded outside, and Dean reluctantly broke the kiss, still holding Cas. “Thank you,” he whispered.
Cas leaned forward, pressed his lips against Dean’s for a moment more. “You’re welcome.”
Re: Hot fudge sauce & kissing (Part 2/2)heavenlyxbodiesJune 1 2010, 16:36:23 UTC
*flails madly and glomps you* Yay!!!! This was perfect, and you could just see it and the emotion around the Poor Man's Sundae the perfect added touch (like that cherry on top)! Yeah, just love, lots and lots of wonderful love- THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!
Re: Hot fudge sauce & kissing (Part 2/2)blue_fjordsJune 1 2010, 19:14:26 UTC
Awww, thank you for your enthusiastic response! I saw that prompt and had to get in on the chocolate, and the Poor Man's Sundae was basically b/c I heart the brotherly affection, and I love having a side order of Sam w/ my main dish of Dean/Cas.
Re: Hot fudge sauce & kissing (Part 2/2)painted_painJune 1 2010, 20:32:24 UTC
Cas tasted like Dean’s childhood, and the backseat of the Impala on a hot summer day, and everyone in a good mood and singing along to the radio, with the promise of chocolate and cream just around the corner. *flails* That was amaaaaaazingly perfectly sweet and lovely and I want to cuddle Dean. It was definiely tender. Oh, Dean... *pets him*
“More heavenly than Heaven, am I right?” Dean asked. Cas licked his lips, missing a bit of cream in the corner of his mouth. Dean couldn’t stop staring at it.
“So … that’s Poor Man’s Sundae. I’m gonna get us some ice cream,” Sam said, looking between the two of them, “and then you can try the original hot fudge sundae, too.” He hurriedly backed out of the motel room, grabbing the Impala’s keys.
“Why is this Poor Man’s Sundae?” Cas asked Dean. “It tasted rich to me.”
Dean took a step closer. That cream was calling to him, and there was still a hint of chocolate on Cas’s lips, too. “Because when we were kids, sometimes we wouldn’t have money for sundaes, but Sam wanted one anyhow. So I’d filch cherries from a bar and we’d get generic whipped cream and syrup. Poor Man’s Sundae.”
“That is …” Cas searched for the proper word. “Sweet.” He gave a tiny smile, and Dean couldn’t resist anymore. His tongue darted out and licked at the whipped cream in the corner of Cas’s mouth.
He drew back and looked at Cas. Cas eyed him calmly. “Thank you, Dean.”
“Uh. You’re welcome,” he replied. He fought back a blush. What had he been expecting, really? This was Cas. “I guess we should -” he made a feeble gesture at the jars and bottles on the table. Anything to occupy his hands and keep him from embarrassing himself again. Thank you? Seriously? He picked up the bottle of Hershey’s syrup to cap it, but he must have squeezed too hard, because a little squirted up into the air and some landed on his hand. Déjà vu.
He froze in place when Cas picked up his hand and licked at the syrup. “I think I like it despite the aftertaste,” Cas said.
“Ngrle smewghkds,” Dean spasmed. Cas tilted his head at him.
“I agree. And you got some on your lip, too.” Cas leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips. Dean could feel him start to break the kiss - Hell, no! - and he parted his lips. Cas made a soft noise of surprise when his tongue entered Dean’s mouth, followed by a low moan when Dean’s tongue parted his own lips. Cas tasted like Dean’s childhood, and the backseat of the Impala on a hot summer day, and everyone in a good mood and singing along to the radio, with the promise of chocolate and cream just around the corner. Dean threaded his non-sticky hand through Cas’s hair and stroked his thumb down to the base of his neck. Cas hummed into the kiss, and brought his own non-sticky hand up to mirror Dean’s actions. Dean pulled him closer and sucked on his lower lip, tasting the remnants of chocolate and recalling all the times he’d done this before, until they all faded away, and it was just Cas, holding his face and kissing him like it was the only thing in his vast years of existence that he wanted to do.
The Impala’s engine sounded outside, and Dean reluctantly broke the kiss, still holding Cas. “Thank you,” he whispered.
Cas leaned forward, pressed his lips against Dean’s for a moment more. “You’re welcome.”
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*smishes you*
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Um...I..um...
*flails again*
*attempts to compose witty comment*
That was gooooood!
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